Knowing that this guy was alone, his memory was confused, and even his accent seemed extremely weird, the Hazuki family thought that he had been injured by the impact of arcane energy, and they didn't pursue it too much, and still took in this poor patient without accident.

For three days in a row, Lanlos relied on sleep to gradually regain his strength, and slowly got used to the heavy mental burden of the magic overdraft. And the Hazuki couple didn't let him go, and every day at the end of work, they would find apothecaries and arcanists to help him alleviate the erosion of crystalline lesions.

Finally, on the fourth day, Lanlos, who was almost lying in bed to the grass, was finally able to move normally. And the first thing you do when you get out of bed is to take a shower.

In the past, there was magic, anytime, anywhere, a cleansing technique could remove the oil, and Lanlos almost forgot what it was like to take a bath. Now, God has given him a chance to regain his memories.

Laughing at himself, Lanlos took out a towel and a change of clothes from the space bag and walked out of the room slowly.

In the past few days, he has also had a preliminary understanding of the work and rest of the three members of the Yuyue family, and no one will stay at home all morning, even if there is such a stranger at home, they still haven't said that they will leave someone to monitor or what.

Do you want to say that you have a big heart, or do you trust me too much?

Lanlos shook his head, but the faint relief and joy on his face struck his emotions. There is no intrigue, no mutual suspicion, this kind of busy and fulfilling simple life makes Lanlos envious.

Regardless of how Azhara is judged in the history of this world, at least, she has single-handedly created such a society that can ensure that everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, and this alone is worthy of the title of queen, and worthy of the respect and admiration of thousands of Night Elves.

Anyway, who said I was killed by the Eternal Protectors? I haven't even seen them in person, and the rumors are terrible.

The physical relaxation gave Lanloth the energy to think wildly, and while pondering, he took off his shirt and went into the bathroom.

Fueled by arcane art, 10,000 years ago, the lives of these Night Elves were not only far from backward, but advanced enough to shame the modern man of Ranros, a modern man from the future.

The bathrooms are spacious enough to include not only water elemental generators using magic crystals, but also magic lamps, ventilation and heating equipment, and even a solid wood bathtub, vanity, and full-length mirror.

Looking at the smooth mirror surface so clear that even his own hair could be seen, Lanlos couldn't help but be amazed. You must know that 10,000 years later, many human beings are still using bronze mirrors. If the Well of Eternity doesn't blow up, the devil knows how far Azeroth's development will go.

But could the Ancient Night Elves' reliance on the Well of Eternity really be a source of progress, or was it a reason for their complacency?

Looking at the shirtless elf in the mirror, Lanloth's gaze subconsciously fell on the little marks on his body as if someone had thrown off his body with ink. The part of his face that extends to his chest is particularly conspicuous, and he has lost the original elasticity and toughness of his skin due to crystallization, and now he even turns his head extremely awkwardly.

Including the arms, wrists, chest and abdomen, there are irregular lesions of different sizes everywhere.

At first glance, it's really scary.

Slowly reaching out and caressing the left side of his face, the hard texture made him look heavy. But soon, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. When the fingers touched the surface of the crystalline part, there was a faint feeling of unevenness.

The probe was close to the mirror, and Lanlos was concentrating, and finally he could see clearly. On the surface of the crystalline part, the protrusions hanging from the grains are distributed irregularly.

What is it?

Seeing that the protrusion was unstable with the crystalline part, Lan Luos hesitated for a moment, then reached out and buckled some down. There was no pain in the slightest, as if the protrusions and crystallizations were not the same thing at all.

But he knows very well that even if it is a crystalline lesion, this part belongs to his own body and his own flesh and blood. On the day he woke up at Hazuki's house, he hadn't touched anything like that.

As Lanlos spread out his palms and placed the semi-circular particles under the light, flashes of blue-purple reflections continued to hit his vision.

Could it be sweat stains?

Such a shape and size made Lanlos uncontrollably burst into his mind with ridiculous speculations. But as he scraped more and more crystalline particles from the lesions on his body, he became more and more sure of this speculation.

Even if it is not a sweat stain, it is most likely a metabolite from the lesion or a crystal of eternal well water discharged.

Although he could not use magic, the Eye of Dalaran already possessed energy, and Lanloth's eyes shone with a purple glow, and he quickly determined the composition of these granules.

A concentration of pure arcane energy, barely devoid of any impurities.

Thinking that he could actually grow mana crystals on his body, Lan Luos frowned for a while, and his heart was very strange. But looking at these energy crystals that could be sold for a high price in the Human Kingdom, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Ahh

Outside the bathroom, an elf girl with light green hair stretched out her violently trembling index finger and pointed at him, her face crimson, and she shouted loudly in panic.

"Oh, Santis is back. I'm just going to take a shower, do you want to use the bathroom?"

Why did this girl come back so early today?

Lanlos turned his head in confusion, and at the same time felt a little helpless. Don't you night elves worship nature? Aren't your usual clothes more wild and open? We don't all appear on the camera, why are you panicking?

I don't know if it's because my brain hasn't been bright lately, or what, Lanlos ghostly continued, "Or, together?"

Hearing this, the girl was stunned and almost fainted. She's certainly not shy because Lanlos lures out of top. Even though the guy was bent over and clutching his pants with both hands, apparently trying to completely strip himself naked in front of the mirror, Santis didn't feel anything to be ashamed of, or anything to be ashamed of.

The problem is, you idiot should close the door first!

Clenching her silver teeth, the girl took a deep breath and slowly spit it out. Thinking of what her mother said a few days ago, she finally calmed down.

Yes, this guy's magic is so bad, and there is arcane erosion, and his brain may really be traumatized as his mother said. Can't blame him, can't blame him......

"That, Lanros?"

"Huh?" I don't know why, in Santis's reluctant smile, Lanlos faintly felt as if he was a little disrespectful.

"Well, if you want to take a shower, you have to close the door first, like this. ”

"......" Seeing Santis's soft tone and slowly close the door, Lanlos frowned, finally finding the source of Fang Cai's strange feeling.

Click!

The door that had just been closed was suddenly opened again, and Santis still had the smile that he had barely squeezed out: "Look, it's very simple, come, now you try it yourself." ”

"......" was grabbed by the other party's palm and placed on the doorknob, and Lanlos was completely messy. Is this treating me as mentally retarded?

However, in the face of the girl's same undisguised embarrassment, awkwardness and reluctance, Lanlos could not disappoint her. I could only slowly push the door back with a blank face.

"Look, you've done it, it's amazing!"

A mouthful of old blood was held in his chest, and Lanlos was so excited that he almost ripped off the doorknob. Fortunately, the pain between the crystals and the flesh and blood caused by the tense exertion of his whole body made him quickly regain his strength.

But Santis's last joyful and innocent laugh left a deeper wound on his young and fragile mind than this pain.